Luyện nghe bài hát Go (Gas) [Explicit]

Fuckin' put on a wrong head, of headphones and shit, uh

Just took ten shots and I passed out
Spent a grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the out
These filled up, bring the gas out
'bout some shit that you know you stole
I my fuckin' way with this game, no remote control
on some gin 'cause I like alcohol
How the fuck you supposed to win, you don't know how to
Turnt up but still
Tryna drive but my barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done up
In my smoking out watching True Blood
Tryna Taco to the strip club
Tryna Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the spot
True so I need pot

Go, I'm so loaded
Pockets and the and all the bitches
'em
Go, and I'm floatin'
I hope lungs is open
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the before
But I thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this weed
But I never thought it'd feel way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Celebration shots got me faded
Kind of famous, to laugh like I really made it
Drunk to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie with the Tower
Five general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
I couldn't make it, I show you niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour, Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid and blue grass
Niggas still stuck in the past, opening new
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga, two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my nigga order two
We ain't worried 'bout rivals, them too trash
Fuck what niggas think, I'm the one in the new class
And I give a fuck what niggas ain't fuckin' with
OFWG run with the or suck a dick

Go, I'm so loaded
Pockets and the and all the bitches
'em
Go, faded and I'm
I hope your lungs is
All the bitches, 'em, go
(Now I been around the before
But I never thought be this way
And I smoked up all weed before
But I thought it'd feel this way)
And all the be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit, it
That's that tambourine shit
My grandma to play that

Golf

(Turn up)
I got old money, I got new
Put 'em together, I got money
teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, let's to the best
Sip on Ace then I pour out the rest
bitches, get ends
Drink gin, their friends
J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay sipping
Blue I'm rolling up
for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no
My on call coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look you
One shot from the make you look like two

Go (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)